The Great War
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  • Parts 7
  • Time 16m
  • Reads 237
  • Votes 17
  • Parts 7
  • Time 16m
Complete, First published Oct 24, 2016
Mature
The Great War 1914-1918, people joined it to seek adventure. But instead of adventure, they found fear and trouble. But in war, the true equalizer is death...

A British kid at the age of 14, lied about his age in order to help. He has always saw that there was trouble in the world and wanted to help the soldiers that were being shot and possibly dying.

An American at the age of 18, joined and was one of few Snipers in this war he knew how work a gun, because his Dad taught him how to shoot as a kid. He is holding a  T-Gewehr 13.2x92mm and a Krag-Jorgensen Model 1894.

An Australian who joined to attack the Turkish Naval Front. He'll advance to the beach and meet someone who he hates at first, but soon grows to like him. 

And a German who is 24 years old, and joined the conflict to help his horribly sick Nephew get the medical supplies he needs, and Son who is starving. The British took all of their supply routes, leaving a lot of people hungry and without Medical Alcohol. So he willingly put himself in the front lines, hopping he will survive and bring back home the supplies his family needs.

These are their stories, their war... The Great War.
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